But before he could flash it upon the Norseman, Larry had unlooped his robe, thrown its fold over Olaf, and, holding him with one hand away from the Shining One, thrust with the other his pistol into the dwarf's stomach.

His lips moved, but I could not hear what he said.

But Lugur understood, for his hand dropped.
Now Yolara was there--all this had taken barely more than five seconds.

She thrust herself between the three men and the Dweller.

She spoke to it--and the wild buzzing died down; the gay crystal tinklings burst forth again.